AN: So let's start this, boys and girls. First of all, thank you all so much for opening this fanfic. I hope you like it. I have to say that this is my first time writing something that it's not a D&d campaign, so i'll do my best. Secondly, I have to say that english is not my natural language. Actually I speak Spanish. I just wanted to prove myself how well did I write in english. That being said, I have to thank you all again for reading my work. Feel free to leave a review or to send me a PM, as I'd love to see your opinions on my characters and their stories. Anyway, let the story begin!
It was a dark, silent night at the forest. Two men were walking down a path chatting in low voice. The moonlight reflected on their armours, black and red, and on their swords, clinging on their side. The forest remained silent as the two men kept talking. "I hope those ionians surrender soon. Can't wait to get home and have some good rest." said one, not knowing they were being observed from the trees above them. "Me too, pal. Those ionians sure are stubborn, but no army of villagers can defeat the noxian army. If they don't surrender soon, we will have no choice but to wipe out them." The two of them kept talking and talking, maybe because they didn't want to sleep on their guard turn, maybe because they truly didn't know that talking out loud at night was the worst way to hide your camp. Two ionians were above them. One holding a bow and an arrow, ready to shot one of the noxian between their eyes; and the other holding a dagger on one hand. With a silent nod, the arrow was cleanly shot right in one of the soldier's forehead, as the other ionian jumped on the other's back, stabbing him in his throat, making the soldier die quickly and silently.
The ionian with the bow descended with a silent jump to retrieve the arrow while the other quickly cleaned his knife on the soldier's clothes and then sat on the ground, eyes-closed. The archer sighed slightly, with a little smile on his face. "Praying for their souls again, Damien? You know they are the enemy, they deserve no rest.". The other ionian remained silent for a few more seconds, getting up afterwards slowly, as if he could disturb the corpses. "You know, Kai. A life is a life, even Noxus people have lives out there. We have our right to defend our home, but we are still ending lives sooner than expected, so asking for forgiveness is something that gives me relief.". Kai sighed again, putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "It's kind of bizarre that you, our best assassin, says that. How many lives have we ended during this war? fifty? a hundred? maybe a thousand?" Damien looked down as he remembered each life he ended with a sad expression. "It doesn't matter." Kai continued "War is war, my friend. Now, we have to keep going. There's surely a noxian camp near, but with only the two of us is too much of a risk. We should head back and give our feedback. Tomorrow we'll finish our job here." Kai then smiled a little more and start walking into the forest "Who knows? Maybe war will end soon and we won't be that old so you and Iraki may have children!" A soft laugh came from both ionians, as Damien followed his brother in arms deep into the woods, as the moon shone their way back to their hidden home.
Night gave way to day. As soon as the first ray of sunshine illuminated the small buildings in the village, its inhabitants began their work. An orchard fed the whole village, while a couple of hunters supplied the population with meat. Although the village was small, it had been chosen because it was deep in the woods, far away from the common paths, perfect for hosting a meeting of important people from the ionian resistance. Even Irelia had run for that council, just as Karma did the day before. Damien and Kai were left to sleep, as they spent the night guarding the village's surroundings, but that didn't stop Irelia to knock on Damien's door quick and impatiently, waking up the young ionian. "What the hell do you want? Don't you know that I spent the night out?" He asked, annoyed as he stretched and yawned. "It's Irelia, you fool!Don't you remember today's council?" She replied angrily. Just as he heard her name, his face went pale and rushed to get his clothes on. "The council was today?" He muttered to himself, as he wore a yellow robe tightened with a white belt, with two pockets for his daggers, one on each side . He opened the door quickly, facing the lady. Irelia had grown since the last time he saw her, 3 years ago. Her long, black hair was the same, and the swords flying on her back also were the same, but her expression was harder, more mature after all that had happened during those 4 years that the war had already lasted. All those lives they had ended, alone or together, were a weight on their backs that no one could never take back from them. However, he forced himself to smile at her as he leaned agains the door. "Long time no see, Miss Irelia." He sighed as he looked at her, tired due to the lack of sleep. His green eyes were far from open at this point, but he could see her clearly. "How have you been, Damien? I heard you have made yourself a name between noxian soldiers, Ionia's Whisper. I'd say that Ionia's Sleeper fits you more". She smiled as she stared at his eyes. They weren't friends at all, they just get along very well, as they rarely saw each other.
"Jokes aside, the council is about to start, and your presence is required." She adopted a more formal tone as she continued speaking. "I just hope the council resolves quickly, or I will fall asleep on my seat." He warned with a light smile as both abandoned the shelter, walking towards the town hall, as they got up to date with their respective lives. Irelia had spent those years trying to set an alliance between the Kinkou and the Shadow Order so they could all fight the invaders. As she explained that the Kinkou wanted equilibrium, she became more frustrated, as the order refused to battle more than necessary, whereas the Shadow Order agreed with Irelia to repel the invaders."Those cowards" she complained "Can't they see that noxians are bringing chaos and despair to Ionia?". Damien disliked both ninja orders. He believed that common sense should be the one who guided the acts, not some rules from long ago."Why should my great-grandfather decide what's right and wrong if he's been resting for decades?" He said to explain his opinion."And what about you? Guess you have been busy lately, haven't you?" the Blade Dancer asked curiously. "Well, gotta say these last three years haven't been a bed of roses." He admitted, sighing tired "Actually, it was all a mess, always going to one place to another, messing around the noxians scouts, mostly."He considered his role in the war important. He was in charge of preventing noxians of exploring Ionia's forest, where the biggest part of the resistance was hiding. Although it was a tiring task, as he had to be always one or two steps ahead of the noxians, he didn't complain a single time, as far as they kept he and his loved ones safe and sound.
As they walked, the conversation soon became a meaningless one, letting both ionians to think on their own. Damien saw a little group of children playing joyfully, running and jumping with sticks as swords. He saw an old woman taking care of one child, who had a bruise on his right knee. Probably fruit of those games. He also saw a couple of lovers, holding hands as they walked staring at each others eyes. He felt guilty for a moment, thinking about his lover back at home, waiting for him, or so he thought. He shook his head a little, remembering his promise and what he made him make the decision of ending this war at all cost. Suddenly, Irelia stopped walking, and so did Damien. They had reached the town hall, where the council was waiting both of them to start.
To be continued...